Gasping for air as she falls to the floor,
wishing for something to free her.
She waits for the day she can breathe,
The day someone saves her with the cure.

She can't take the pain anymore,
The constant struggle days bring,
She tries everything to stay happy,
She's losing the hope to which she used to cling.

Days seem to just drag on and on,
The hours just grow longer until days end,
She cuts to know that she can feel,
To know that even the biggest wounds will mend.

But as time goes on the healing stops,
She knows the pain will never go away,
She'll only fight a little longer,
until six feet under is the only place she'll lay.

Slowly falling into the depths of despair.
Trying to hold on but there's nothing there.
You fight and You struggle, but for what in the end?
A life full of broken dreams and a heart to mend.
Everyone leaves, that's right, nobody stays,
It's a never ending cycle, this isn't just a phase.
You'll be battered and bruised when it's all said and done,
But you can be free from this game with a bullet and a gun.
The choice is ultimately yours to end it or not.
Is it worth giving up after all you've fought?
Or is leaving this demented world worth your surrender,
In this world you are your own contender.